He really did worry about her, and often. It was sort of how they worked, especially in the last two years. Of course, finding out your friend had been possessed was an immediate cause for worry. And, being as close as they were to Harry, they were both simply magnets for danger. And he worried about her as she bounced from Michael to Dean and then Dean to Harry with barely a thought inbetween. In the last year, he'd done quite a bit of worrying. Between not knowing what Harry, Ron, and Hermione were up to, and facing up to the Carrows, there was plenty of stress going on anyway. His Gran had owled all sorts of powders and potions and he'd of course handled his share of medicinal plants. They could still only temporarily ease the suffering of his friends and classmates. And himself.
And now? Kansas, where apparently the Apocalypse was knocking on their doors. And they were supposed to help. Because they hadn't already done that once or anything. Weird things were happening all around them. Of course he was going to worry about her. Especially when she was burning the apartment complex down.
ll, he found he was making no real effort to get out from under her. What the hell. It was his birthday, may as well enjoy it as best as he could. If she was in a rush, she could leave. He wasn't holding on tightly or anything.
But would he ever be able to look into those big brown eyes and deny her anything? Probably not. So as painful as it was, when she asked if he meant it, of course he had to answer in the affirmative. "Of course I meant it, silly," he protested, shaking his head at her. "If that's what you want. Though I'm sure there've got to be a hundred better dance partners here than me." With some practice, he'd gotten pretty good at the waltzing bit, but just regular fun hanging out dances? Terrifying. But for her? Anything.